January 18, 2010
Holmes says, “Get that flashing thing out of my face. I’m trying to sleep.”
. . . and to my mother: I miss you, mom. I wish you could sit down and talk with me; I wish you’d met your grandsons and your great granddaughter; I wish you could enjoy the dogs on a beautiful winter afternoon; I wish you’d had the chance to grow old. My mother died on January 17, 1964 when she was 39 years old and I was 19 — a lot has happened in the last 46 years.
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I am past sixty-five and still practicing law. I have two terrific sons, they have lovely wives, and I have one truly special granddaughter. At home are three Cardigan Welsh Corgis that amuse and challenge me. We participate in lots of dog-related activities. I love my camera, writing, and roaming. I live in central New Mexico because it's where I want to be. Thanks for visiting my blog. Your (tasteful) comments are welcome.
I think your mom would have been pleased with who you are and all you’ve done, Penni. And with your sons and your beautiful granddaughter. To say nothing of those baddogs! We never got over missing our mothers, do we?
39? Jeepers, that’s younger than me! Much too young. 🙁
From that one, simple, eloquent paragraph; I will never complain about my elderly, infirm mother, ever again. Thank you for keeping it all in perspective, Penni.
Watson sends love to you all.
Sigh…39 is way too young to have to say goodbye. I’m sure that your mother watches over you and is greatly rewarded by her daughter’s many accomplishments!
Hugs to you Penni!
My sympathies over losing your mom so early. I had the same experience, losing my mother to ALS when I was 12 and she was 53.
But on a happier note, I ended up with a very wonderful step-mom a few years later…